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Stiles had always known there was something off about Carson’s family. It wasn’t subtle. The sudden move to Beacon Hills. The way her dad disappeared in the middle of the night without explanation. The job he never talked about. Her mom’s “illness,” always described in vague, unfinished sentences, like even the doctors didn’t want to say it out loud. And Carson who held herself together like it was her full-time job. He knew something was wrong. He was just too busy hating her to figure out what. For a second, it looked like Stiles was deciding between driving us home— or straight into a ditch. Then he huffed, shoved the key into the ignition, and turned it. “Next time,” he muttered, “I’m calling the cops for breaking and entering.” “You’re calling your dad on me?” or small town, bodies torn in half and childhood friends with mommy issues.

Fics like bite the hand

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